Think it over. I'll go now, for I must get back to my store.
"I'm glad to have seen you,
One and all.
When up my way,
Please make a call."
He bowed to them all in turn, and took his leave, the girls excitedly
talking about the object of his visit, as he went out.
"Did you ever hear of such a thing?" asked Grace.
"The haunted mansion of Shadow Valley," remarked Mollie. "It reads like
a book title."
"Maybe we could make a story of it," suggested Amy, whose taste ran
somewhat to literature, and who had won several prizes in school essay
work.
"We'd better solve the mystery first," said practical Betty, "then we'll
know what sort of a book to make. I wonder if we ought to take this up?"
and she gazed half-doubtfully, half-suggestingly, at her chums.
"Not right away, at any rate!" exclaimed Mollie. "Let's talk about our
motor tour. I'm just dying to get off on that. Afterward we can
consider Mr. Lagg's offer. Poor man, he seemed really worried! I'd like
to help him if we could."
"So would I!" declared Betty.
The girls alternated their talk between the proposed tour and the
haunted mansion. The latter was left in abeyance, but they tentatively
decided to take a long auto trip, as soon as they could arrange for a
chaperone to go with them on such occasions as they would stay over
night at hotels, while other nights were to be spent at the homes of
relatives or friends.
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